Masturbating in the dark was a skill set built over the years since he first discovered his sexuality as a young teen. He could jack himself off with ...ne hand tied behind his back and while blindfolded, he mused. Simple, and yet in his twelve square foot sanctuary, and with his soul bound up with Daphne, even masturbation was complicated. In a way, he felt guilty, because he had betrothed himself, in his heart, to Daphne. Only she had access to his most intimate self, and to some degree, he. He knew that he was responsible for building the intelligence sensors needed, although he did not yet know the ship type that would carry them. Increasingly, however, he was learning that if they wanted weapons, they very well might need to adapt Earth technology to space, merge Confederacy technology, and arrange production to supply their needs. Somewhat to his amazement, the Central Command weapons designers were focusing on railguns, plasma torpedoes and other line-of-sight unguided. “Put your hands behind your head and lock your fingers. Stick those big tits out for me.” She smiled and did exactly what I said. I kissed her and dropped my head down her chest, rubbing my face in between her big tits and hard nipples. She smelled so good and I couldn’t believe how firm and gorgeous here tits were, after all these years. I nibbled on her nipples through her bra and caressed her other boob with my hand. “Mmmmm,” she moaned. I reached up and slid one of her straps down her. The water glistened off her butt, not even a second later she turned around, showing me her perfect tits, her navel, the "V" where her abdomen meets her legs. Unfortunately that's all that happened. As soon as she heard me she covered up and kicked me out. Ever since that day I've wanted more. It wasn’t just her body that was perfect; she aced all of her classes in school. I had to struggle with Literature and Math, but she got an A in both classes without breaking a sweat. Truth was, I was.